#WordWeavers 2405.29 — How would your MC handle finding a spider in their home?
Technically, Wintereyes lives and runs with wolves in the Fell Woods so she doesn't have a home. However, in the worst couple of months of winter, she puts up a lodgepole tent and invites the wolves to stay with her around her cook fire. That means fire wood. That means spiders. If I know her, that probably means blowing them from the wood and safely away.
#PennedPossibilities#Writing 329 How is your SC typically seen by others? Does it ring true to who they really are?
—Don Pepe is a strange man. At first you might think he's a drunk and horny kind of guy, one who thinks with his…you know. One who avoid serious relationships and don't care about his family. But you's have to know his personal story to understand him. Or, really, to understand why he IS exactly what you think of him at first…
#WordWeavers#Writing 29 How would your MC handle finding a spider in their home?
Our Hero don't like spiders and will kill them on sight. Quickly. He doesn't fear them, either, so he'll do it with his bare hands, no matter the species, using a finger if it's a small one, or his fist, if it's something like a tarantula. Scorpions are the exception. With those he'll use either the energy sword, or throwing any heavy object at hand at the "bug". Like Laura. And yes, he did that once…>=)
Pelliniana is small for her age and a kind-looking, adorable teenage girl. She wears dresses and giggles a lot. She's fully aware of the innocence she portrays, and if anyone messes with her family in any way, she literally starts collecting eyeballs. Beneath the surface, she is feral, angry, and unforgiving.
She has a profound capacity for love which is precisely why she is volatile and deadly at times.
Remember, if you're inventing a religion it should have an aspect that is completely absurd and ridiculous. And, quite possibly, the only part that is true.
For Riparia Dellbane, more than any other protagonist I’ve ever written, this is quite simple.
Step 1: Frantic, she runs in blind panic for an unknown distance while beating at real & imaginary spiders she’s certain are on her until dropping from exhaustion.
Step 2: Her sympathetic horse brings her arachnophobic self home.
Step 3: Doppla then restrains her to keep her from burning the house to the ground.
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#PennedPossibilities#writing 329 — How is your SC typically seen by others? Does it ring true to who they really are?
Kan-chan is seen as a shy, unfashionable, nerdy girl. Anti-social. Someone easy to influence by offering superficial friendship.
As far as that goes probably true. What they don't see is a woman looking for acceptance. Who remains true to herself, even if that is behind closed doors where no one can see.
Tomo is often perceived as a rude person. He also presents as very strong. Those who know him understand that while he is a little rough he means well and doesn't mean to hurt peoples feelings. He is also not as strong as either he or others see him.
It’s time for the June #WordWeavers questions!
Written by @AlinaLeonova & I, you’ll find the questions pinned to our profiles. All writers are welcome to join in.
Participate with a WIP or an already published book.
As always, play the days you want, skip the others. Please use CW as necessary. Looking forward to seeing your answers, finding great books, & meeting new friends.
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#WordWeavers 2405.28 — Did your MCs have comfort objects they carried as a child? Now?
I guess if you could run away from home and fear being dragged back again, you must be a child? Right? The day she ran away, she took only one thing that wasn't essential. It wasn't a doll. She was tutored on how to govern and had people (not dolls) to practice with everyday. It wasn't a remembrance of her parents. Their celebrity had made them shy away from photography, and then they died. Taking a vinyl record was a nonstarter; listening to it, if she could, would have made her cry. Not comforting. No, what she took was a very obscure book! I'll let her talk about it for you:
My books lay thrown on the counter, on top of the messenger bag, on top of my clothes. I felt a spike of anger. I looked from them to him.
He said, "Stop with the playacting. This—" He tapped a hand on my Marlin's Tertiary Primer for the New Age Thaumaturge."—is a month's basic for most!"
I shook my head. Over the last nine months, I'd learned the first edition was worth magnitudes more.
He pushed aside the book revealing the stained blue paper-backed journal. "And this: Thaumaturgical Review Letters. That's nobody's idea of light reading."
I snorted at how wrong he was. "I dumpster-dived that one. I hiked up to the university a few weeks ago. You'd be surprised what moneyed folk throw away!"
"I was saying—"
"My Marlin's is kind of like a plush bear for silly girls. And yes, I do sleep with it. Give it a sniff. It smells like silly me—"
#PennedPossibilities 328 — If you could meet your characters, what would you say to them?
I'm way too #shy to meet them, even the kind and beautiful one... a white wolf with a gold collar that reads HUMAN follows her around. These people live a life on a different level from someone like me. I'd need someone to introduce me, and then I'd probably lock up.